is talk about it we always end up shouting about it there was a time we could overcome it But it's too late to say we'll just forget it It's too bad
is talk about it we always end up shouting about it there was a time we could overcome it But it's too late to say we'll just forget it It's too bad that
seem to do is talk about it (It's too bad) We always end up shouting about it (It's too bad) All we seem to do is talk about it (It's too bad) We always
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' through the sand Holdin' hands, and makin' life long plans It's cold how the game switched, I'm respected But it's twisted how it seem that you can't except it
got the phone call Jam Master Jay died So now I'll probably never write another "Daylight" Because the stingers ?? a ?? into the portable hay-rides It adds it
music then do it Girl if you wanna grind to the music just do it What? Just do it Whatever it is, you wanna do it just do it It's all on you, just follow
NOT DONE! [echoes] [E-Swift] We steppin out hotta dis year 99 bottles and tall can beers Cheers from the crowd for at least 10 years Yup, see how it sound when it's
Don't be So Bad, don't be So Bad, don't be So Bad When I was a kid, my mama used to tell me.. Don't you be So Bad, don't be So Bad, don't be So Bad [
move it.. (yeah, it's my thang) [Q] I know how to do it.. (yeah, it's my thang) [A] I know how to move it man.. (yeah, it's my thang) [Q] And I know
motivate So hold your weight, ain't nuttin personal, it's just your flow we hate Four-five, ? off, like inferanl Damn it's he that makes the minimals that's
appreciate what the lord gave to me But I don't appreciate is how these niggas be hatin' me What is it is it the car is it the jewels Is it the shoes
Les: Hold shit Jack got the house jam packed World famous Beatnuts makin' moves that's alike Black 24 track EQ the fuckin' bump You stare too long and
eight wan' fi snatch me Nine, ten, eleven, twelve try fi catch me Thirteen, fourteen gal in a mi factory It's simple a no every gal match me But it no
and get my OWN damn drink Hey niggy, what time it is... [Verse One: Tash] It's time to roll my sleeves, fuck a few MC's up Another rough cut, from
What's beef? hell yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yo That's beef, hell yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yo It's always your own peoples Sometimes it's your own peoples
It read: 'life's goin too slow' Hesitate, you're too late (yeah) the doubt in your route Is that's what life really about? This I know, Deathrow was a criminal It